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LUCY. The fraud of England, not the force of
France,

Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot :
Never to England shall he bear his life;
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.

SOм. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen
straight:

Within six hours they will be at his aid.

JOHN. O twice my father! twice am I thy son :
The life thou gav'st me first was lost and done;
Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,
To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date.
TAL. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword
struck fire,

It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age,

LUCY. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en or slain : Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,

For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
And fly would Talbot never, though he might.

SOM. If he be dead, brave Talbot, then, adieu !
LUCY. His fame lives in the world, his shame in
you.
[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-The English Camp near Bourdeaux.
Enter TALBOT and JOHN his Son.

TAL. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
To tutor thee in stratagems of war;
That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd,
When sapless age and weak unable limbs,
Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
But,-O malignant and ill-boding stars!-
Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
A terrible and unavoided danger :
Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse,
And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone.

JOHN. Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother,
Dishonour not her honourable name,
To make a bastard and a slave of me!
The world will say he is not Talbot's blood,
That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.

TAL. Fly to revenge my death, if I be slain.
JOHN. He that flies so will ne'er return again.
TAL. If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
JOHN. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
Upon my death the French can little boast;
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ;
But mine it will, that no exploit have done :
You fled for vantage, every one will swear;
But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
There is no hope that ever I will stay,
If, the first hour, I shrink and run away.
Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,
Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.

TAL. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
JOHN. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's

womb.

TAL. Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
JOHN. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
TAL. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee.
JOHN. No part of him but will be shame in me.
TAL. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not
lose it.

JOHN. Yes, your renowned name; shall flight
abuse it?

TAL. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that

stain.

JOHN. You cannot witness for me, being slain.
If death be so apparent, then both fly.
TAL. And leave my followers here, to fight, and

die?

My age was never tainted with such shame.
JOHN. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
No more can I be sever'd from your side,
Than can yourself yourself in twain divide :
Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
For live I will not, if my father die.

Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy,
And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.
The ireful bastard Orleans-that drew blood
From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
Of thy first fight-I soon encountered;
And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed
Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace,
Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base,
And misbegotten blood, I spill of thine,
Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine,
Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy :-
Here purposing the Bastard to destroy,
Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
Art thou not weary, John? How dost thou fare?
Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
Fly to revenge my death when I am dead;
The help of one stands me in little stead.
O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
By me they nothing gain an if I stay,
'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,

Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say-
Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms;
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
[Dies.

Alarums. Excunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving
the two bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON,
BURGUNDY, the Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and
Forces.

CHAR. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
We should have found a bloody day of this.
BAST. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-
wood,

Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said,
Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:
But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
He answer'd thus; Young Talbot was not born
To be the pillage of a gigbot wench:

So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

BUR. Doubtless he would have made a noble
knight :-

See, where he lies inhersed in the arms
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!

BAST. Hew them to pieces! hack their bones
asunder!

Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
CHAR. O, no; forbear! for that which we have
fled

My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame: During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;
All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away.

JOHN. The sword of Orleans hath not made me

smart ;

These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
On that advantage, bought with such a shaine,
(To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,)
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
The coward horse that bears me fall and die!
And like me to the peasant boys of France,
To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance!
Surely, by all the glory you have won,
An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
If son to Talbot die at Talbot's foot.
TAL. Then follow thou thy desp'rate sire of Crete,
Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side,
And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-Another part of the same.
Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT wounded,
supported by a Servant.

TAL. Where is my other life?-mine own
gone ;-

is

O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John ?-
Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee !-
When he perceiv'd me shrink and on my knee,
His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
But when my angry guardant stood alone,
Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none,
Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart,
Suddenly made him from my side to start

TAL. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Into the clust'ring battle of the French:

Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
Come, side by side together live and die;
And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.

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And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
His overmounting spirit; and there died
My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

SERV. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is
borne !

Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of JoĤN TALBOT.
TAL. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to

scorn,

Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Two Talbots winged, through the lither sky,
In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality.—

O thou whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath!
Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.—

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French
Herald preceding.

LUCY. Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
CHAR. On what submissive message art thou
sent?

LUCY. Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;

We English warriors wot not what it means.

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en,
And to survey the bodies of the dead.

CHAR. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
But tell me whom thou seek'st.

LUCY. But where's the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury?
Created, for his rare success in arms,

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence;
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of
Sheffield,

The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the noble order of saint George,
Worthy saint Michael, and the golden fleece;
Great mareshal to Henry the sixth,

Of all his wars within the realm of France ?
Puc. Here is a silly stately style, indeed
The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.-
Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles,
Stinking and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

LUCY. Is Talbot slain,-the Frenchmen's only

scourge,

Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces!
O, that I could but call these dead to life!

It were enough to fright the realm of France
Were but his picture left amongst you here,
It would amaze the proudest of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

PUC. I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them
here,

They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
CHAR. Go, take their bodies hence.
LUCY.
I'll bear them hence :

But from their ashes shall be rear'd
A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
CHAR. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what
thou wilt.

And now to Paris, in this conquering vein.
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

[Excunt.

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SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER.
K. HEN. Have you perus'd the letters from the
pope,

The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ?

GLO. I have, my lord; and their intent is this,They humbly sue unto your excellence,

To have a godly peace concluded of,
Between the realms of England and of France.

K. HEN. How doth your grace affect their
motion ?

GLO. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

And stablish quietness on every side.

K. HEN. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody strife Should reign among professors of one faith.

GLO. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect

And surer bind this knot of amity,

The earl of Armagnac-near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,-

Proffers his only daughter to your grace

In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.

K. HEN. Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!

And fitter is my study and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please,

So let them have their answers every one :

I shall be well content with any choice,

Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.

Enter a Legate and two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER, now CARDINAL BEAUFORT, in a Cardinal's habit.

EXE. [Aside.] What is my lord of Winchester install'd,

And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?

Then I perceive that will be verified,

Henry the fifth did sometime prophecy,

If once he come to be a cardinal,

He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.

K. HEN. My lords ambassadors, your several suits

Have been consider'd and debated on.

Your purpose is both good and reasonable;

And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd

To draw conditions of a friendly peace;

Which by my lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

GLO. And for the proffer of my lord your master,I have inform'd his highness so at large,

As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,

Her beauty, and the value of her dower,

He doth intend she shall be England's queen.

K. HEN. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my affection.

And so, my lord protector, see them guarded,
And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt KING HENRY and Train; GLOUCES-
TER, EXETER, and Ambassadors.

CAR. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive The sum of money which I promised Should be deliver'd to his holiness

For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

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ALEN. Ther. march to Paris, royal Charles of Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,

France,

And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

PUC. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us. Else, ruin combat with their palaces !

Enter a Scout.

SCOUT. Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices!

CHAR. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, speak.

SCOUT. The English army, that divided was Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one, And means to give you battle presently. CHAR. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them.

BUR. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd :

I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
In earnest of a further benefit;
So you do condescend to help me now.

[They shake their heads.

(They hang their heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? Then take my soul,-my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil.

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K. HEN. Have you perus d the letters from the Pope?

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CHAR. These news, my lords, may cheer our Out of the powerful legions under earth,

drooping spirits:

'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk, and speak not. O, hold me not with silence over-long!

[Exit.

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Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting. LA
PUCELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. LA
PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.
YORK. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast :
Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,
And try if they can gain your liberty.-
A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, she would change my shape!

Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.
YORK. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man ;
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and

thee!

And may ye both be suddenly surpriz'd
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!.
YORK. Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy
tongue!

Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while.
YORK. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the
stake.
[Exeunt.

Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in LADY MARGARET. SUF. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. [Gazes on her. O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands:
I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
And lay them gently on thy tender side.
Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.

MAR. Margaret my name, and daughter to a king, The king of Naples,-whosoe'er thou art.

SUF. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Be not offended, nature's miracle,

Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:

So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend.

[She turns away as going.
O, stay!-I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart says-no.
As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,

So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak :
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind:

Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
And our nobility will scorn the match. [Aside.
MAR. Hear ye, captain,- -are you not at leisure?
SUF. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much :
Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.- [Aside.
Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

MAR. What though I be enthrall'd, he seems a knight,

And will not any way dishonour me.

[Aside.

SUF. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. MAR. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French; And then I need not crave his courtesy. [Aside. SUF. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a causeMAR. Tush! women have been captivate ere now. [Aside. SUF. Lady, wherefore talk you so? MAR. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. SUF. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose

Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?

MAR. To be a queen in bondage is more vile,

CAR. I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee, or sack this country with a mutiny.

Fie, De la Poole ! disable not thyself;
Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such,
Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough.
MAR. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be so,-
What ransom must I pay before I pass?
For I perceive I am thy prisoner.

SUF. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
Before thou make a trial of her love?
Aside.
MAR. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must
I pay?
SUF. She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd:
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

[Aside.

MAR. Wilt thou accept of ransom-yea, or no? SUF. Fond man! remember that thou hast a wife;

Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Aside. MAR. I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.

SUF. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
[Aside.
MAR. He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
SUF. And yet a dispensation may be had. [Aside.
MAR. And yet I would that you would answer me.
SUF. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom?
Why, for my king: tush! that's a wooden thing.
[Aside.

MAR. He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
SUF. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
And peace established between these realms.
But there remains a scruple in that, too:
For though her father be the king of Naples,

Than is a slave in base servility;
For princes should be free.
SUF.
And so shall you,
If happy England's royal king be free.
MAR. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
SUF. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen;
To put a golden sceptre in thy hand,
And set a precious crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condescend to be my-
MAR.
SUF.
MAR. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
SUF. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
And have no portion in the choice myself,
How say you, madam; are ye so content?

What?

His love.

MAR. An if my father please, I am content. SUF. Then call our captains and our colours forth!And, madam, at your father's castle-walls We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.

[Troops come forward. A Parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the walls. SUF. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner ! REIG. To whom?

SUF. REIG.

To me. Suffolk, what remedy? I am a soldier, and unapt to weep, Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

SUF. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: Consent, (and, for thy honour, give consent,) Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;

Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
And this her easy-held imprisonment
Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.
REIG. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

Fair Margaret knows,

SUF. That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. REIG. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend, To give thee answer of thy just demand. [Exit from the walls. SUF. And here I will expect thy coming.

Trumpets sounded. Enter REIGNIER, below.
REIG. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories;
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
SUF. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a
child,

Fit to be made companion with a king :
What answer makes your grace unto my suit?

REIG. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth,

To be the princely bride of such a lord;
Upon condition I may quietly

Enjoy mine own, the county Maine and Anjou,
Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
SUF. That is her ransom,-I deliver her;
And those two counties I will undertake,
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

REIG. And I again,-in Henry's royal name,

As deputy unto that gracious king,

Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.

SUF. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,

Because this is in traffic of a king: :

And yet, methinks, I could be well content

To be mine own attorney in this case.-
I'll over then to England with this news,
And make this marriage to be solemniz'd:
So, farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
In golden palaces, as it becomes.

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[Aside.

REIG. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here. MAR. Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise, and prayers, [Going

Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.

SUF. Farewell, sweet madam !

Margaret ;

But hark you,

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SCENE IV.-Camp of the Duke of York, in Anjou.

Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others. YORK. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to burn.

Enter LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd. SHEP. Ah, Joan! this is thy father's heart Have I sought every country far and near, outright! And, now it is my chance to find thee out, Must I behold thy timeless cruel death? Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! Puc. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! I am descended of a gentler blood; Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.

SHEP. Out, out !-My lords, an please you,

not so;

I did beget her, all the parish knows :

tis

Her mother liveth yet, can testify

She was the first-fruit of my bachelorship.

WAR. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? YORK. This argues what her kind of life hath

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been;

Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.

SHEP. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle!

God knows thou art a collop of my flesh,

And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
Deny me not, I pr'ythee, gentle Joan.

Puc. Peasant, avaunt !-You have suborn'd this

man,

Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.

SHEP. 'Tis true; I gave a noble to the priest, The morn that I was wedded to her mother.Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would the milk

Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her breast,

Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!

Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,

I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!

Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?

O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.

[Exit.

YORK. Take her away; for she hath liv'd too

long,

To fill the world with vicious qualities.

Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have con

demn'd:

Not one begotten of a shepherd swain,
But issu'd from the progeny of kings;
Virtuous, and holy; chosen from above,
By inspiration of celestial grace,

To work exceeding miracles on earth.
I never had to do with wicked spirits:

But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,-
Because you want the grace that others have,
You judge it straight a thing impossible
To compass wonders but by help of devils.
No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
A virgin from her tender infancy,
Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus'd,
Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

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WAR. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,

YORK. Ay, ay;-away with her to execution!

Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
That so her torture may be shortened.

Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?--

Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,

That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.

I am with child, ye bloody homicides:

Murder not, then, the fruit within my womb,
Although ye hale me to a violent death.

YORK. Now heaven forefend! the holy maid with
child?

WAR. The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought! Is all your strict preciseness come to this?

YORK. She and the Dauphin have been juggling: I did imagine what would be her refuge. WAR. Well, go to; we will have no bastards live;

Especially, since Charles must father it.

Puc. You are deceiv'd; my child is none of his ; It was Alençon that enjoy'd my love.

YORK. Alençon! that notorious Machiavel! It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.

Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you; 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I nam'd, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.

WAR. A married man! that's most intolerable. YORK. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows not well,

There were so many, whom she may accuse. WAR. It's sign she hath been liberal and free. YORK. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee: Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

Puc. Then lead me hence;-with whom I leave

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SHEP. Must I behold thy timeles, cruel death?

Enter CARDINAL BEAUFORT, attended.
CAR. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
With letters of commission from the king.
For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
Mov'd with remorse of these outrageous broils,
Have earnestly implor'd a general peace
Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
And here at hand the Dauphin, and his train,
Approacheth, to confer about some matter.

YORK. Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
After the slaughter of so many peers,
So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers,
That in this quarrel have been overthrown,
And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
By treason, falsehood, and by treachery,
Our great progenitors had conquered?-
O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
The utter loss of all the realm of France.

WAR. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace,
It shall be with such strict and severe covenants,
As little shall the Frenchman gain thereby.
Enter CHARLES, attended; ALENÇON, the BASTARD,
REIGNIER, and others.

CHAR. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed,
That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
We come to be informed by yourselves
What the conditions of that league must be.
YORK. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler
chokes

The hollow passage of my prison'd voice,
By sight of these our baleful enemies.

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CAR. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus :-
That, in regard king Henry gives consent,
Of mere compassion and of lenity,
To ease your country of distressful war,
And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,-
You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
To pay him tribute, and submit thyself,
Thou shalt be plac'd as viceroy under him,
And still enjoy thy regal dignity.

ALEN. Must he be then as shadow of himself?
Adorn his temples with a coronet,
And yet, in substance and authority,
Retain but privilege of a private man?
This proffer is absurd and reasonless.

CHAR. 'Tis known already that I am possess'd
With more than half the Gallian territories,
And therein reverenc'd for their lawful king:
Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
Detract so much from that prerogative,
As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
No, lord ambassador; I'll rather keep
That which I have, than, coveting for more
Be cast from possibility of all.

YORK. Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret

means

Us'd intercession to obtain a league,
And, now the matter grows to compromise,
Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
Of benefit proceeding from our king,
And not of any challenge of desert,
Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
REIG. My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
To cavil in the course of this contract :

If once it be neglected, ten to one,
We shall not find like opportunity.

[Aside to CHARLES.
ALEN. To say the truth, it is your policy,
To save your subjects from such massacre
And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
By our proceeding in hostility:

And therefore take this compact of a truce,
Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
[Aside to CHARLES.
WAR. How say'st thou, Charles? shall our con-
dition stand?

CHAR. It shall:

Only reserv'd, you claim no interest
In any of our towns of garrison.

YORK. Then swear allegiance to his majesty ;
As thou art knight, never to disobey,
Nor be rebellious to the crown of England;
Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.—

[CHARLES and the rest give tokens of fealty.
So, now dismiss your army when ye please;
Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still,
For here we entertain a solemn peace. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, in conference with SUFFOLK,
GLOUCESTER and EXETER following.

She is content to be at your command;
Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
To love and honour Henry as her lord.

And is a pattern of celestial peace.

Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?

K. HEN. And otherwise will Henry ne'er pre- Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,

sume.

Therefore, my lord protector, give consent,
That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
GLO. So should I give consent to flatter sin.
You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
Unto another lady of esteem ;

How shall we, then, dispense with that contráct
And not deface your honour with reproach?

SUF. As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
By reason of his adversary's odds:

A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
And therefore may be broke without offence.

Approves her fit for none but for a king:
Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
(More than in women commonly is seen,)
Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
Is likely to beget more conquerors,
If with a lady of so high resolve,

As is fair Margaret, he be link'd in love.
Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me,
That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
K. HEN. Whether it be through force of your
report,

My noble lord of Suffolk, or for that
My tender youth was never yet attaint

GLO. Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than With any passion of inflaming love,

that?

Her father is no better than an earl,
Although in glorious titles he excel.

SUF. Yes, my good lord, her father is a king,
The king of Naples and Jerusalem;
And of such great authority in France,
As his alliance will confirm our peace,
And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
GLO. And so the earl of Armagnac may do,
Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
EXE. Beside, his wealth doth warrant liberal
dower;

K. HEN. Your wond'rous rare description, noble Where Reignier sooner will receive, than give.
earl,
SUF. A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your
king,

Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
Her virtues, graced with external gifts,

Do breed love's settled passions in my heart :
And, like as rigour of tempestuous gusts,
Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide ;
So am I driven, by breath of her renown,
Either to suffer shipwreck, or arrive
Where I may have fruition of her love.

SUF. Tush, my good lord! this superficial tale
Is but a preface of her worthy praise:
The chief perfections of that lovely dame,
(Had I sufficient skill to utter them,)
Would make a volume of enticing lines,
Able to ravish any dull conceit.

And, which is more, she is not so divine,
So full replete with choice of all delights,
But, with as humble lowliness of mind,

That he should be so abject, base, and poor,
To choose for wealth, and not for perfect love.
Henry is able to enrich his queen,

And not to seek a queen to make him rich:
So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
Marriage is a matter of more worth,
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
An age of discord and continual strife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,

I cannot tell; but this I am assur'd,

I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
Agree to any covenants; and procure
That lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
To cross the seas to England, and be crown'd
King Henry's faithful and anointed queen :
For your expenses and sufficient charge,
Among the people gather up a tenth.
Be gone, I say for, till you do return,
I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.-
And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
If you do censure me by what you were,
Not what you are, I know it will excuse
This sudden execution of my will.
And so conduct me, where from company,
I may revolve and ruminate my grief. [Exit.
GLO. Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
[Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER.
SUF. Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd: and thus he
goes,

As did the youthful Paris once to Greece;
With hope to find the like event in love,
But prosper better than the Trojan did.
Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
But I will rule both her, the king, and realm.

[Exil.

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